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Post by rayder levias king on Jan 23, 2010 18:28:39 GMT -5
[/b] He said, looking at her with complete seriousness. "Do you have things like pepper spray? If not I will get you some. If you ever end up in such a situation, do not hesitate to use it." Although he enjoys having the slave system to help him out with household chores, he hated the whole sex-slave deal. The slaves were not officially used for sex but it has become such a common thing that they might as well be. Still, he hated it, the unprofessional aspect of this unorthodox status system. Officially slaves could not fight back against their own masters, but there was nothing about masters not their own. "You can't initiate a fight with a master or a mistress just for the hell of it because of your status, but because you belong to me, the only one who can request your service in such a thing is me, and like I said I wouldn't. So you fight, and you run back to me, and I will take the responsibility." If he was nicer, that would have almost sounded like he was telling her that he would protect her. Many masters and mistresses out there actually were disgusted by Rayder's "crusade" to keep girls from falling into bad hands. Still, right was right, and he was a firm believer of it, at important times. "Now, trash can's over there." Nodding toward the trash can he stacked his empty plate below hers and gently nudged the plates toward her. Although she was supposed to take the initiative in cleaning up the plates without him reminding her, he let it slip just as he did with the other slaves during their first weeks with him.[/ul] ooc: Just clarifying his rule here, she can have all the sex she wants, except not with him, and also the keyword is "wants" xD[/size]
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Post by Yuko (Ko-Ko) Akami Miroshima on Jan 23, 2010 18:56:49 GMT -5
She was a scholar, someone who studied and gathered research. She might get involved with the arts a bit or play a sport every once in a while, but she was not a physical person. To think that she might have to fight someone off of her terrified her. She'd never been in a fight ever, and even using pepper spray sounded like something she'd rather not experience. But he was right she needed some way to defend herself. "No, I don't have anything or way to defend myself."
Like she'd ever start a fight with a master or a mistress was she insane? She might smile a lot but it didn't mean that she was stupid. The command sounded simple enough: if someone messed with her spray them, run away, and tattle to her master. Make him deal with it. Hopefully it'd never come to that, but if it did at least she knew that she had someone looking after her. She'd never had that before and it felt nice, which led her to smile even more.
Frowning a bit at him telling her where the trashcan was she watched as he stacked the plates. That's when it clicked and she jumped up taking the plates, napkins, and such to the trash. Her cheeks were burning as she dumped the things into the can. She should have taken care of the trash before she was even asked to. He'd stopped eating and she should have gotten up and taken care of it. So much for being observant. Returning to the table she sat down trying not to act stupid or overreact to her mistake. "Sorry, master." Was the only thing she could think to say.
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Post by rayder levias king on Jan 24, 2010 11:44:36 GMT -5
[/b] He hated the very idea of having to spend personal time with his slave, but before this one could settle in with the customs of Creighton, this was how it was going to be. He wanted to tell her not to call him master, because for some reason that just sounded strange to him. Sure he was the boss of her but he didn't view her as a dog or anything. Still, if not master what was she going to call him? It couldn't be by his first name because that would be informal, and initials would be even worse. Neither could it be his last name without a mister attached to it, because that would just sound more conceited than master. "Yes, King!" What were they living in the 1600s or something? No that wouldn't work. Although naturally Mr. King was the common pick, to him that sounded way too professional. "It's fine if you call me master in public, but when we are not around people, go ahead and call me Rayder." Hopefully she wouldn't mes up one day and accidentally call him by name in public, because that would certainly attract attention to them. "It's all right." He said as she sat back down from throwing the trash away. In actuality he was going to take care of the trash himself. However, afraid that the action might have led her to mistaken it as a gesture of anger and impatience, he decided to simply point it out as clear as he could to her. "Well, do you have any questions for me?"[/ul][/size]
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Post by Yuko (Ko-Ko) Akami Miroshima on Jan 24, 2010 14:23:18 GMT -5
She nodded and smiled eager to spend more time with him. The more time they spent together the more she could learn about him, and perhaps find a way to make him smile. Her family had only recently moved to the town, but she'd been there long enough to gather information. Though that did not mean that she knew much about the way things went about in the city. She knew there were slaves, masters and mistresses, and she knew the conflicts between the two. But much more than that she knew hardly anything about. Her master knew and he'd protect her, which almost made her blush. A good master he was, not like the others at all.
He said that she could call him by his first name, and she nearly burst with happiness. That meant something good didn't it? Or maybe it merely meant that he didn't like the word master? She would have to find out that bit. It still puzzled her slightly at the fact that he was so different than the other masters. Why was he different? Had something happened to him? Or did he just think differently? And if he merely thought differently then why did he think that way? Tilting her head a bit her thoughts swirled around in her head in a giant circle.
After taking care of the trash and not getting reprimanded for it she was puzzled even more. Either he was very lenient or he really just didn't care. Was he apathetic? That would certainly explain a lot of things about him if he were. She blinked and jerked her head upward at his question. "Questions?" There were so many how was she to pick? She didn't want to ask them all for it might anger him, but she did want to ask some. But which ones? 'Why are you so cold?' was the first one to pop into her mind but she didn't dare ask it. Better play it safe for now even if this chance never came again.
"You are different than the other masters and mistresses. No sex and the tasks are those of a servant girl. What is it that makes you different? Though I am very much appreciative that you are, Master." He said questions so she might as well ask a few more. "Do you have other slaves? What is it that you study? What are your favorites foods? How do you like your clothes washed and ironed? Is there anything I can do to make your life better? Happier?" She had lost herself there for a moment and at the last two questions she came to. Covering her mouth with her softly trembling hands she stared at him wide eyed. She had certainly asked too much, he was going to be cross with her now.
"Please, please forgive me Master, I'm the sort who is filled with questions. I asked too much, please forgive me." First the trash and now this she was turning out to be a rather rotten slave. He was going to toss her back like a rotten fish she just knew it.
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Post by rayder levias king on Jan 27, 2010 3:42:49 GMT -5
[/b] If he was a teddy bear this would have been the opportune moment to approach her with an assuring hug, filled with warmth and care from her caretaker from now on. Too bad things never quite worked out that way. ”You just answered your own question.” He looked at her, a bit uncomfortable with the unfamiliar feeling of having anyone get excited about asking him questions about him. ”No sex. No abuse. Anything else I’m just the same as everyone else.” All right, he had to admit it, when he asked her if she had any questions, he was not expecting her to actually turn around and ask him a laundry list of things. In fact, he was hoping that she would just shy away and shake her head. The plan was definitely to simply get up, get out and get going. ”I had other slaves, but for lack of performance I had to let them go. So you are my only one right now. As for all the other things I’ll tell you in time if I feel like it, but don’t get your hopes up. All you really need to keep in mind is don’t mess up my things and you’ll be fine.”Never once having shown a single change of emotion on his face, he proceeded to talk again, although regretting it the moment he did. ”Anything else?” He wanted to just throw a lasso out and tie up the words he had just said, and pull them back into his mouth as if he had never said it. What he should have said, he thought, was “All right, well, I’m done here, so I’m going to go.” It was a shame that his reflex beat his logic this time. [/ul][/size]
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Post by Yuko (Ko-Ko) Akami Miroshima on Jan 31, 2010 2:21:08 GMT -5
He'd answered her questions but not really answered them. She kept her smile in place, hands clasped in her lap, and did her best to keep her eyes bright. But in her mind she knew this wasn't going to be easy, and it wouldn't be fun. She'd been wrong in all her research, all her deductions, everything was wrong. He was cold, distant, and seemed to detest being around her. No matter what she said, no matter how much she smiled or tried to be obedient and optimistic. But what upset her more was the fact that she didn't understand how a person could be like this. What had happened to him to make him this way? It seemed sad to her to not smile.
"Yes, I know that's what you do differently than the other masters. But why? Is your belief on how a slave should be treated different? Or do you just not want to get involved with your slaves?" The smile was in place but her eyes had gone dim, and calculating. She wanted to know what made him different, what had made him to become this. She always wanted to know such things about people. Why was a certain person happy, while another hated the world? One person warm while the other shoving all personal relationships away like some disease. It intrigued her and her constant questions often annoyed others. But it was like a itch she had to scratch or it would drive her mad.
"Yes, master. I will do my best to not mess up anything of yours." She bowed her head and sat thinking for a moment when he asked if she had anything else to add. Blushing she realized that she'd been talking freely without any real permission to do so. Eyes going wide she bit her lip to keep herself from blathering even more. She had a feeling she was pushing it as it was, and found it best to just keep her thoughts to herself for once. The chance of asking all these questions might not come again, but she'd rather take that chance and stay with him. Than to be shoved back on the block. She wanted to learn about him, and make him smile. Yes, a smile would be nice to see she bet that he had a nice smile too. Now how to get to him show it to her.
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Post by rayder levias king on Feb 7, 2010 1:44:21 GMT -5
[/b] Not making the mistake of asking whether or not she had any other questions for him, Rayder stayed quiet, watching and observing her with little interest. He was sure if he let her roam freely with her surveying lips again it would most certainly irritate him. Already holding out against his usual quick-to-come frustration for much longer than he thought, he wanted to prevent himself from going off on the girl. It was her first day as his slave after all. Looking at the watch comfortably wrapped around his wrist, he realized that he had spent more time with this slave girl than he had intended to. The meal was finished and so was the conversation, if he could help it. As he began to gather up his things he looked over at Yuko and said to her, "Like I said, you are not leaving my sight until I see you home safely. Come with me, I have one more class, then I'll take you home."[/ul][/size]
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Post by Yuko (Ko-Ko) Akami Miroshima on Feb 9, 2010 23:27:02 GMT -5
The rest of the time they sat there she sat there silently feeling as though her new master hated her. She'd never really met anyone like him and she didn't know how to react to him. Professional relationship with his slaves? If he honestly viewed them as people why did he even bother to buy them? Why didn't he just try to make friends with them and not have them do anything? Was that against some rule? Who would tell him how to treat his slaves? Maybe he treated everyone like this and not just his slaves, and if he did then he must be a very lonely person. Also if that was true then what had made him build those walls around himself? Or was it just his personality? She couldn't fathom a personality like that, so in her mind something had caused him to be what he was.
As he spoke she listened, but she also thought trying to figure something out about her master. Other than the fact that he was cold, distant, professional, and hated the system or so it seemed. He glanced at his watch and stood her eyes following him. At his words her stomach dropped because honestly she didn't want to go with him. She felt horrible for admitting that to herself but she didn't. Bowing her head she stood without a word figuring that he didn't want to hear her talk anyway. She'd been so excited, so willing to do whatever it took to be counted as a good slave. Now she wanted to run back to her room and hug up her dogs.
The upside to staying with him was that she got to sit through a college class! Her eyes brightened a bit but she did not raise her head keeping her hands clasped and head bowed. After picking up her bag she looked up briefly before lowering her eyes again. "Would you like me to carry anything, Master?" Even though she was disheartened she was still going to try and please him. Though she was starting to think he wanted to be like he was, though why she couldn't imagine.
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